Summary

“Are you like, about that life?”

“I’m about any life that is sexual.” Michael sticks his tongue out teasingly and leans back against the pillows, watches Calum wring his hands like Luke had earlier in the car. He looks nervous, Michael thinks as he stretches his legs out around Calum’s body.

Calum places his hands on Michael’s thighs, close to his knees, and smiles awkwardly. He rubs his hands up and down the older boys legs. “Have you ever had your dick sucked?” Michael freezes before shaking his head no, just a short little shake. Calum hums, clears his throat. “Would you like - could I-” He trails off and Michael makes no move to fix his broken sentence. “Can I practice on you?”